I was returning to the train this morning, a lady was sitting in the seat right next to me. A cream-colored sari, a maroon tip on the forehead. The hair is brown. He was wearing a black shawl. Today's cold is also quite shivering. Especially the air in the train is unbearable. However, as soon as I got up and sat down, the woman herself moved away and gave me a place. He looked at me and smiled softly. How old will the lady be! Thirty-five this year. But her skin is radiant, and her smile is clear. As soon as I took out a magazine, the woman said, look at the thirty-four pages, she has given me a new back item.

The voice did not die in her black shawl, so I realized she was not a woman. I realized that he was a big man. In common parlance we call it Hijra. I turned the thirty-four page and he said with great interest, look how he taught me how to make fried bread with poppy seeds and coconut crumbs.

You know, I will feed my daughters with it. She is smiling a lot, there is no dirt on her face.

First of all, I would like to tell the readers who have started reading my article with great interest after listening to Hijr, but I will disappoint them in one thing. I can't focus on the size of their genitals like women or men. I can't say in detail what they scolded when they went to dance. All I can say is that there is a story in his life. There is no sweet air of love in it, there is no attraction of the body of a young woman, there is no energy of the newly awakened penis .. there is a story.

Her name is Devapriya. Devapriya Chatterjee. The name has a classic touch to it. And the center of my attraction. I talked with Devpriya for about an hour.

Devpriya's father is a senior railway officer, mother is a primary teacher. Needless to say, Devapriya is a well-to-do housewife. He spent his childhood in one of the cool muffballs. At the time of Devpriya's birth, everyone in their house told her to have a daughter. Because his brother-in-law had two sons, PC also had a son. The whole family was happy to be a girl.

His mother hid his identity from the whole family for almost six years. Everyone knew she was a fair-skinned girl. After becoming a daughter, her mother separated from the joint family with her father. Devapriya's mother used to say quite fondly, don't talk too much with friends. Then he was barely admitted to the nursery. Devpriya used to talk very little. As a child, he looked so sweet that his relatives would caress him.

Mother Budd used to keep Devpriya in her arms. Sometimes the father would say, "I will not give to anyone, I will never leave my goddess. She and my child have all the rights over her."

Whenever I heard these complicated words, I would run and hug my mother and kiss her wet cheeks. My father's eyes would get wet then, and my father would come and hug me.

We moved three times in six years. My mother quit her school job. Later I heard that my father had paid some money to hide his gender identity in that nursing home.

Devapriya started telling her story ....

I loved to eat chocolate, Dad used to bring chocolate every day.

The days were quite short. My mother used to lie on the roof at night and they knew me. Now I don't remember the names. My mother was very addicted to reading books. I was in class one then ....

I didn't understand anything, I was just surprised to see that I was sitting somewhere other than home. They are feeding me and saying, no matter how much Bamun is born in the house, your workplace is here. Twice two mothers came, once with the police but they never left me. Skipped school. Just taught to play the drums and dance with a strange rhythm on the feet.

Devapriya is smiling herself ... and taught a lot of abuse. He also taught the young child how to dance. They loved each other very much, Meenakshidi said, don't suffer, we are your parents.

Once I went to my father's house and heard that my parents were no longer there. Mother tied a rope around his neck but he did not die. Then I did not look for any more. I have hidden myself.

Suddenly I noticed that there were four more people in that compartment with Devpriya.

Devapriya spoke in elegant language for so long. They travel in ladies. Devapriya also donated some of her earnings to an orphanage.

He said, "Hey, we are earning by force. If we don't donate a little, we won't be able to convert to religion." He smiled when he heard that I would write a story, he said ... Well, if you write me a woman in a story, would it look too bad? Devapriya instantly taught me how to keep the secret pain inside me, how to turn tears into laughter.

Suddenly he smiled and said, but I also love!

I was surprised and asked, with whom?

He was a little embarrassed, then said, with Salman Khan. I don't miss a single movie of his. And whenever I see him on the screen, I give him a flying kiss.

I laughed at his childishness.

I wish Devpriya to get at least the correct identity in the next birth. You will read about the sufferings of my life day and night, the people who are gasping for breath, their sufferings do not get a chance to be liquid. The mind is frozen in a feeling called mind.

Life is one, you are blessed to be born a woman or a man. So enjoy it like a miser.